The early ’70s. A summer pool party. I’m in the shallow end. He’s in the deep end, the cute guy my friend had a crush on in 8th grade. I played Cyrano, ghostwriting her notes. It led nowhere. We’re playing Keep Away. He’s got the ball and I want it. Splish-splash. I make my move. I grab that ball and swim away. He catches up and grabs it back. Something comes over me, a chemical reaction. Chlorine and hormones. Fast forward to today. Come August, we’ve been married 39 years. Turns out, I couldn’t keep away, and neither could he.
Carol Starr Schneider is a writer living in Sherman Oaks, CA.
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